I was beating the bush for something to write about this afternoon, and it turns out – quite to my surprise, and I’m sure to the surprise of naval aviators everywhere – that there used to be something of a, well: Brothel. Just east of Reno, Nevada.
Which, unless I’m completely mis-oriented, means that it was probably located somewhere in the wind-lashed mounds that undulate along the hardscrabble highway thrusting towards Fallon, the spot where a major naval aviation training base is located.
Huh. Who knew?
Anyways, it looks like the whole enterprise (ed: say it out loud) fell flat on its back, and the current owner’s plan to make the outbuildings into a museum got waylaid:
RENO, Nev. — The last remaining building on the grounds where the infamous Mustang Ranch brothel once stood went up in flames Sunday.
The 48-room, 20,000-square-foot structure known as the Mustang Ranch II annex was destroyed as part of a firefighting training exercise.
Business sucked, I guess.
OK, I counted three exual-say references there. Did I miss any more??
No, that’s how many I got too.
I got four…?
I got four…È
Ta-dum-dum
Fear the power of the editor: I can play this game All. Day. Long.
I’m up to seven. And now I have a train to catch…
That last sentence had me cleaning the monitor…again. Jeez, CAPT., you really need to post a spew warning!
There are seven if you look hard enough
I hesitate to count again for fear of what the edit function might wreak, but there are eight by my (current) count.?
I hesitate to count again for fear of what the edit function might wreak, but there are eight by my (current) count.ˇ
Karen and I recently drove from Lakeview, Or down to Phoenix using Rt 95 through Nevada. Between Fallon and Los Vegas we counted 5 brothels (there were probably more – those were the ones that were prominently advertised) and one gas station. Good thing no one needed a bathroom break…
Geez, Lex. Soft day for news I guess?
Sorry, just meant that there must not be much hard news popping up
If it was anyone else Michelle, I would say that yours is a probing question. But I fear, knowing you, that you’re attempting to prick me to the core. You shouldn’t be so hard on me.
You of all people should know that when it comes to hard-hitting, high impact news, I’ve got no problem getting it up on the site, several times a day, even.
Show some flexibility, please.
You are clearly a
biggerbetter man than I. And I will never again accuse you of beating around the bush. In fact, I believe you have the situation covered and I have been outmanervered. Thus, Iyieldsurrender to you, sir.[ Bah, I am no good at this. Why did I even attempt to enter the fray? Close contact is clearly unadvisable.]
Hmmm, at least seven.
While a squad of armed nuns may be closing in as we cyberspeak.
The good news is the Old Bridge is still open. And they opened a new “ranch”, one exit beyond Mustang-it looks like the old Mustang and has some memorabilia from the old one. Or so I am told, I only go to the Christian Science reading room when I go to Reno….which for some reason is located right near John Ascuaga’s Nugget.
.
Lets stick to the important things, shall we?
I’m entirely too dignified to have even read this post, so I’m pretty sure I didn’t
Ditto to what Miss Birdlegs said.
Now I’m at eight.
But, I think one can massage a bit more out of this. The subject matter hasn’t gone completely limp. And while I like the pun as much as anyone, there’s no need to get bent out of shape trying to come up with one. Though in a group setting, such as it is, it could be easier with no need to get tied up in knots.
(sorry, couldn’t help it. up late finishing writing homework due tomorrow)
Yeah, Ok. I found 8 last night, but didn’t want to be the only girl commenting – should have known better.
FbL and BirdLegs – denial is a river in Egypt you know…just in case you weren’t sure about that.
I guess when you are going to comment at Chez Lex, you have to know that this is where the rubber meets the road…
Lex speaking of decoms, VFA-201 was decomed I think
I miss Were-kitten. She would have had something fun to say, without innuendo. Me? I’m a prude, in public. Where, oh, where are you, Were-kitten?
Interesting fact:
Back in the 80′s, Mustang Ranch actually tried to go public with a stock offering. A friend of mine got a copy of the red herring, and the euphamisms that were used are a riot. The ladies referred to as “independent contractors,” and the ability to generate business is contingent upon the physical appearance of said contractors. Furthermore, as certain of the independent contractors may lack the pulchritude of others, their ability to generate revenues may be somewhat limited.
The offering was cancelled when people finally realized that this wasn’t necessarily the best company to put on a major exchange. Besides, one can make an argument that there are enough of those types in finance already.
No tears to shed here for that “Ranch”.
While I did visit it once out of curiosity, I never made it past the barroom despite my best use of ‘beer goggles”:
http://www.beerleaguethemovie.com/beergogglesflash.htm
Skippy- you need these. ;-0
b2
*perks up ears*
huh… ? Did someone call me? It would appear that my assistance is needed here. Something about “falling on your back”, getting “waylaid, “flexibility”, “limp subject matter” and sticking to “important things”??
Yeah.. I know a little about those subjects.
Fortunately for you men, I know more about stiff competition than “limp subject matter”…and how to turn that around.
As for brothels, well, until you’ve been to my Jungle Room- you haven’t been to a brothel.
purrrrrrrrrrrr.
lick lick lick
Could you guys, um, keep it down? Yer raising enough of a ruckus to get the PG-17c all hot and bothered, and it’s several blogs away! Contributing to the delinquency of battery-powered device, you are. A BCR Labs PG-17 series robot is a very high maintenance device, what with all the special lubricants needed even for routine servicing. Special attachments, of course, cost extra.
By reading the comments carefully, it may become obvious what positions people really like on the subject….
I was gonna comment, but BCR’s comment made me feel all funny in the pBZZZT!! [{RESET}] I mean BZZT!Owowow![{RESET}] BCR seems to make good sense here, as always. She’s real good at cyborgian wetware restoration, as I should know, and I recommend her services to any and all.
*flicks PG17C away with a nice-painted hawt pink fingernail*
amature.
i’m at eight myself, and counting.
plus, i need a ruling from the judge on the use/abuse of the term “naval”…
(and don’t be a dick about it, either!)
That was great guys and gals. made my day
“Posted by Lex under Small Stuff”…
Just sayin…
Ohhhhhh… Good point, Blackhawk!
Lex, darlin’.. you’re being called to the mat on the age old question of whether or not size matters.
As for me, I’m more of the “it’s not the size of the ship, it’s the motion of the ocean” believer.
Seeing as of how this is a Naval Site, perhaps this rings true for you too, Lex?
*sway.. sway… sway.. swiiiing*
Lets just say “we’re willing to trade looks for a certain, morally casual attitude.”
Besides B2, I know you know the 3 rules of Naval Aviation.
“If they don’t meet your standards,….”
You know the rest
You know the old joke:
“Who are you going to please with that? ME!”
came late to the….topic, laughed til I couldn’t breathe, and now I want a cigarette, and I don’t even smoke!
The MSG, in the other room playing Halo, thinks I’ve lost my tiny mind. He may be right! It’s a hard call………